I can hear every slender step, though I’m sure he believes I can’t. My breath quickens ever so slightly.
It’s late and he must think I’m fast asleep. He reaches the top of the stairs and stops. And my heart stops with him. I float for a moment on our soft sheets. He walks to the room and opens the door, carefully.
The gentle carefulness of someone who truly cares. Someone who’d watch over me as I slept, breathing every soft breath. He takes off his shirt and his pants and crawls in beside me. He kisses me on the shoulder a goodnight kiss, blown by the sandman for all my dreams. But I’m awake so I whisper to him, reaching out in the dark to feel his face, his beard, his lips. And he reaches into darkness to feel me. To feel my furry cheeks, down to my chest to stroke the hair and flesh, digging into my heart. I kiss him. He kisses me back. And I know he is happy.